<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309118551835095643</id><updated>2011-11-23T05:38:12.089-08:00</updated><category term='Some Like It Hot'/><category term='Rear Window'/><category term='1960s'/><category term='1990s'/><category term='The Women'/><category term='Rebel Without A Cause'/><category term='1920s'/><category term='2000s'/><category term='Clueless'/><category term='Don&apos;t Tell Mom the Babysitter&apos;s Dead'/><category term='Cabaret'/><category term='Breakfast at Tiffany&apos;s'/><category term='Ghost World'/><category term='Elizabeth'/><category term='Film'/><category term='Annie Hall'/><category term='1940s'/><category term='Etsy'/><category term='Isabella Blow'/><category term='The Queen'/><category term='1970s'/><category term='1950s'/><category term='The Adventures of Robin Hood'/><category term='Bonnie and Clyde'/><category term='Gone With The Wind'/><category term='Morocco'/><category term='The Sting'/><category term='1930s'/><category term='Edward Scissorhands'/><category term='Me and You and Everyone We Know'/><category term='The Life Aquatic'/><category term='Cleopatra'/><title type='text'>The Bias Cut</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog about the place where fashion and film meet and what shoes to wear for the occasion.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebiascut.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309118551835095643/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebiascut.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00639845983347890811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309118551835095643.post-7746681392028790607</id><published>2011-02-22T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T09:14:59.368-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Etsy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don&apos;t Tell Mom the Babysitter&apos;s Dead'/><title type='text'>Neon Green</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ph_KzUVdtY/TWPrtP06mdI/AAAAAAAAAVw/vTA_wGezulU/s1600/brite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ph_KzUVdtY/TWPrtP06mdI/AAAAAAAAAVw/vTA_wGezulU/s400/brite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576559926189922770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reflecting on my last &lt;a href="http://thebiascut.blogspot.com/search/label/Don%27t%20Tell%20Mom%20the%20Babysitter%27s%20Dead"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't Tell Mom the Babysitter's Dead&lt;/span&gt;, I decided to go take a look at our collective closet, Etsy, and see what's up. Oh My. There are so many lovely choices in Neon Green. However, some good research skills will come in handy. Keep in mind that one person's "neon" is another person's "bright" is another person's "lime" is another person's "acid." So you may have to try a lot of different search terms to find what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jPzkA4_zLg/TWPsnldVXrI/AAAAAAAAAV4/IsFUwSe6nfQ/s1600/neon1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jPzkA4_zLg/TWPsnldVXrI/AAAAAAAAAV4/IsFUwSe6nfQ/s400/neon1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576560928429006514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dwZlLGltPak/TWPsyxL0-1I/AAAAAAAAAWA/rO-Qu2NUZRA/s1600/neon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dwZlLGltPak/TWPsyxL0-1I/AAAAAAAAAWA/rO-Qu2NUZRA/s400/neon2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576561120555367250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5489LimRSXc/TWPtAoSPlwI/AAAAAAAAAWI/FehoNdohDrg/s1600/neon3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5489LimRSXc/TWPtAoSPlwI/AAAAAAAAAWI/FehoNdohDrg/s400/neon3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576561358684526338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cnSYlKhQips/TWPtVeqX82I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/9_G9QuDSPMQ/s1600/neon4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cnSYlKhQips/TWPtVeqX82I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/9_G9QuDSPMQ/s400/neon4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576561716878635874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n_fTf1oonSQ/TWPuXmaEC2I/AAAAAAAAAWo/3x-jXXxE2ws/s1600/neon7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n_fTf1oonSQ/TWPuXmaEC2I/AAAAAAAAAWo/3x-jXXxE2ws/s400/neon7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576562852829072226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ryGvbdycBqM/TWPtlWEojTI/AAAAAAAAAWY/KfIXS9Nx8ys/s1600/neon5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ryGvbdycBqM/TWPtlWEojTI/AAAAAAAAAWY/KfIXS9Nx8ys/s400/neon5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576561989450763570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bpcO1oTtuUU/TWPtwHu9GjI/AAAAAAAAAWg/RGdoKBRplH0/s1600/neon6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 317px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bpcO1oTtuUU/TWPtwHu9GjI/AAAAAAAAAWg/RGdoKBRplH0/s400/neon6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576562174580300338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FKrnqUccMgQ/TWPuwt0twmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/14vOW-BT_iA/s1600/neon8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FKrnqUccMgQ/TWPuwt0twmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/14vOW-BT_iA/s400/neon8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576563284316635746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309118551835095643-7746681392028790607?l=thebiascut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebiascut.blogspot.com/feeds/7746681392028790607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309118551835095643&amp;postID=7746681392028790607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309118551835095643/posts/default/7746681392028790607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309118551835095643/posts/default/7746681392028790607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebiascut.blogspot.com/2011/02/neon-green.html' title='Neon Green'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00639845983347890811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ph_KzUVdtY/TWPrtP06mdI/AAAAAAAAAVw/vTA_wGezulU/s72-c/brite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309118551835095643.post-6524846717921632692</id><published>2011-02-21T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T08:13:02.749-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1990s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don&apos;t Tell Mom the Babysitter&apos;s Dead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><title type='text'>Don't Tell Mom The Babysitter's Dead - 1991</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v6_qAvT5UiU/TWKJRChltrI/AAAAAAAAAVI/VZFowehfLn4/s1600/babysitter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v6_qAvT5UiU/TWKJRChltrI/AAAAAAAAAVI/VZFowehfLn4/s320/babysitter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576170214466631346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This ridiculous movie is one of my favorites of all time. Christina Applegate plays your average teenager with loads of personal style who just wants to spend the summer on the beach with her friends. But mom goes off to Australia (...to be a with a younger guy? Ugh. Gross mom.) and leaves her five kids in the hands of a very very old woman who is also very very mean. But then she dies! And now Christina Applegate has to get a real job at a real company with a real early morning commute so that her siblings don't starve. On the way to adulthood, she falls in love, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is this is a movie all about fashion. Fashion as industry, fashion as identity, fashion as redemption.  For example: our hero doesn't just accept her new responsibilities and go to work. First, she has to create a brand new working girl style persona. Did someone say montage? This is a whole movie of montages! And did I mention that Applegate manages to save herself, her family, and a major national corporation with a fashion show! Come on.&lt;br /&gt;Now, the costume designer Carol Ramsey isn't exactly known for this kind of work. Her repertoire includes films like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bad Boys II&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meet the Fockers&lt;/span&gt;. However, I'm dying to check out  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slaves of New York &lt;/span&gt;starring Chris Sarandon and Bernadette Peters - apparently a movie in which hats save the day! Check out the trailer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bLgAR01E59k" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever the success of this film I've never seen, I have to give Ms. Ramsey some serious credit for her work on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't Tell Mom&lt;/span&gt;. The main message of the film: Big jackets go with everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-or406ReQm_o/TWKOGkhMZOI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/QrpLx95ufdo/s1600/don%2527ttell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-or406ReQm_o/TWKOGkhMZOI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/QrpLx95ufdo/s400/don%2527ttell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576175532171355362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kMmpKkjdJaY/TWKONYI5SxI/AAAAAAAAAVY/eDG5iVuY8t4/s1600/don%2527ttell2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kMmpKkjdJaY/TWKONYI5SxI/AAAAAAAAAVY/eDG5iVuY8t4/s400/don%2527ttell2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576175649107299090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But perhaps my favorite is her incredible color combo in the following outfit. Neon green, if the blogs and magazines can be trusted, is this spring's must-have color. Here she makes it look not at all garish and incredibly sophisticated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O1c3xS7Y0eo/TWKO2quVGjI/AAAAAAAAAVg/ge0nd0ryB_M/s1600/don%2527ttell3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O1c3xS7Y0eo/TWKO2quVGjI/AAAAAAAAAVg/ge0nd0ryB_M/s400/don%2527ttell3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576176358470785586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309118551835095643-6524846717921632692?l=thebiascut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebiascut.blogspot.com/feeds/6524846717921632692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309118551835095643&amp;postID=6524846717921632692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309118551835095643/posts/default/6524846717921632692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309118551835095643/posts/default/6524846717921632692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebiascut.blogspot.com/2011/02/dont-tell-mom-babysitters-dead-1991.html' title='Don&apos;t Tell Mom The Babysitter&apos;s Dead - 1991'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00639845983347890811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v6_qAvT5UiU/TWKJRChltrI/AAAAAAAAAVI/VZFowehfLn4/s72-c/babysitter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309118551835095643.post-3651478459301716202</id><published>2011-02-20T14:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T15:01:28.137-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morocco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1930s'/><title type='text'>Morocco - 1930</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XdRWYdkKf44/TWGcvGlpF9I/AAAAAAAAAU4/JCOTmXkK2WI/s1600/morocco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XdRWYdkKf44/TWGcvGlpF9I/AAAAAAAAAU4/JCOTmXkK2WI/s320/morocco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575910146697664466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As mentioned in an earlier blog, Marlene Dietrich's undeniably sexy cooptation of a man's tux remains one of the most important moments in fashion and film history. It's not easy to pull off men's clothing, because it's designed to accentuate the ideal male body. Breasts are usually the most difficult thing to squeeze into a suit, and they tend to destroy the lines of the clothes, obliterate a waist, and generally look awkward. But in Morocco Dietrich is stunning, invoking both female and male sexual indicators. Papers should be written about how she pulls this off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309118551835095643-3651478459301716202?l=thebiascut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebiascut.blogspot.com/feeds/3651478459301716202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309118551835095643&amp;postID=3651478459301716202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309118551835095643/posts/default/3651478459301716202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309118551835095643/posts/default/3651478459301716202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebiascut.blogspot.com/2011/02/morocco-1930.html' title='Morocco - 1930'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00639845983347890811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XdRWYdkKf44/TWGcvGlpF9I/AAAAAAAAAU4/JCOTmXkK2WI/s72-c/morocco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309118551835095643.post-8247756260916782985</id><published>2011-02-20T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T15:01:36.713-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1930s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Adventures of Robin Hood'/><title type='text'>The Adventures of Robin Hood - 1938</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SY8IlvxqIJ8/TWGcD-f_u2I/AAAAAAAAAUw/KE0T0kRMSOI/s1600/robinhood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SY8IlvxqIJ8/TWGcD-f_u2I/AAAAAAAAAUw/KE0T0kRMSOI/s320/robinhood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575909405792123746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Technicolor! Ok. So sometimes the colors get a little over-the-top along with much of the styling. Is glitter really an appropriate choice for Errol Flynn when he's gallavanting in Sherwood Forest? Apparently, even Flynn complained, formally requesting that his ridiculous wig be altered so that he didn't look so...silly. But who cares. The men are dandified, Maid Marian is radiant, and this film will eternally be my image of Medieval costumery. RPG nerds take note. This is how it's done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309118551835095643-8247756260916782985?l=thebiascut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebiascut.blogspot.com/feeds/8247756260916782985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309118551835095643&amp;postID=8247756260916782985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309118551835095643/posts/default/8247756260916782985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309118551835095643/posts/default/8247756260916782985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebiascut.blogspot.com/2011/02/adventures-of-robin-hood-1938.html' title='The Adventures of Robin Hood - 1938'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00639845983347890811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SY8IlvxqIJ8/TWGcD-f_u2I/AAAAAAAAAUw/KE0T0kRMSOI/s72-c/robinhood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309118551835095643.post-7206158594347662452</id><published>2011-02-20T14:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T15:01:44.578-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1930s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Women'/><title type='text'>The Women - 1939</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N0f-P-IN7pU/TWGbkZvdzMI/AAAAAAAAAUo/1Ys-J0tYo68/s1600/women.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N0f-P-IN7pU/TWGbkZvdzMI/AAAAAAAAAUo/1Ys-J0tYo68/s320/women.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575908863348952258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It has been argued that this film, entirely made up of female characters, is really about men in drag. Critics point to the over-the-top performances, which easily read as caricatures of femininity. The clothes are equally outlandish, supposedly because these are women of "society." Whatever the gender implications of the film -much of which takes place in clothing stores, changing rooms, and beauty parlors- the clothing has remained outrageously fabulous, and always inspiring in its unqualified love of fashion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309118551835095643-7206158594347662452?l=thebiascut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebiascut.blogspot.com/feeds/7206158594347662452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309118551835095643&amp;postID=7206158594347662452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309118551835095643/posts/default/7206158594347662452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309118551835095643/posts/default/7206158594347662452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebiascut.blogspot.com/2011/02/women-1939.html' title='The Women - 1939'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00639845983347890811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N0f-P-IN7pU/TWGbkZvdzMI/AAAAAAAAAUo/1Ys-J0tYo68/s72-c/women.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309118551835095643.post-9036738351846765706</id><published>2011-02-20T14:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T15:01:44.579-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gone With The Wind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1930s'/><title type='text'>Gone With The Wind - 1939</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8YQh5k9oP78/TWGbN3QSawI/AAAAAAAAAUg/eZNxf7owWXw/s1600/gwtw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 275px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8YQh5k9oP78/TWGbN3QSawI/AAAAAAAAAUg/eZNxf7owWXw/s320/gwtw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575908476134255362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In a scene from the first half of the film, Rhett Butler brings Scarlett a hat from Paris, which she places on her head backwards. He tells her things have really gotten bad if a girl like her doesn't know how to wear the latest fashion. Clothing plays an integral part in all the many hours of the film, used and manipulated as a tool. Scarlett famoulsy makes a dress out of curtains to get money from Rhett. Rhett forces Scarlett to wear red so that Melanie can sufficiently embarass her. The film's comment on the emotional and politcal significance of clothing would be enough to send it to the top of the list. Thankfully, the costumes themselves are eternally stunning&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309118551835095643-9036738351846765706?l=thebiascut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebiascut.blogspot.com/feeds/9036738351846765706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309118551835095643&amp;postID=9036738351846765706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309118551835095643/posts/default/9036738351846765706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309118551835095643/posts/default/9036738351846765706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebiascut.blogspot.com/2011/02/gone-with-wind-1939.html' title='Gone With The Wind - 1939'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00639845983347890811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8YQh5k9oP78/TWGbN3QSawI/AAAAAAAAAUg/eZNxf7owWXw/s72-c/gwtw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309118551835095643.post-291540114635421461</id><published>2011-02-20T14:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T15:02:14.825-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1950s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rear Window'/><title type='text'>Rear Window - 1954</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WvtrvcqaumI/TWGa_yyudZI/AAAAAAAAAUY/qqZnF3xmZCo/s1600/rearwindow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WvtrvcqaumI/TWGa_yyudZI/AAAAAAAAAUY/qqZnF3xmZCo/s320/rearwindow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575908234418353554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Every single outfit that Grace Kelly wears in this film is enviable. Kelly plays a New York socialite and works at a women's clothing store. Could there be a more perfect set up for Edith Head? The infamous costume desginer made the best of a good situation and turned out clothing so spectacular it would still turn heads at a Park Avenue party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309118551835095643-291540114635421461?l=thebiascut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebiascut.blogspot.com/feeds/291540114635421461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309118551835095643&amp;postID=291540114635421461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309118551835095643/posts/default/291540114635421461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309118551835095643/posts/default/291540114635421461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebiascut.blogspot.com/2011/02/rear-window-1954.html' title='Rear Window - 1954'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00639845983347890811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WvtrvcqaumI/TWGa_yyudZI/AAAAAAAAAUY/qqZnF3xmZCo/s72-c/rearwindow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309118551835095643.post-5408477836078184654</id><published>2011-02-20T14:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T15:14:20.537-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1950s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rebel Without A Cause'/><title type='text'>Rebel Without A Cause - 1959</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W4pONZS5Qqw/TWGal4JQF1I/AAAAAAAAAUI/JUXbmqJZxfg/s1600/rebel2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W4pONZS5Qqw/TWGal4JQF1I/AAAAAAAAAUI/JUXbmqJZxfg/s320/rebel2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575907789178410834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's not just the leather jacket. People forget that the rest of Dean's wardrobe in Rebel was more Wittgenstein than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Wild Ones&lt;/span&gt;. Sal Mineo's wardrobe (along with his performance) has also been forgotten. What's really surprising about the wardrobe for these "rebellious" teenagers is it's sense of restraint. This isn't Brando on a motorcycle with a gang of similarly dressed troublemakers. These are real kids, wearing what is pretty much acceptable for the day and only slighlty pushing the boundaries. The ultimate rebel wears a tweed jacket, not a leather one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q_xYUqE0dyw/TWGgDSfrd8I/AAAAAAAAAVA/GZjW7fneOWo/s1600/wittgenstein"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q_xYUqE0dyw/TWGgDSfrd8I/AAAAAAAAAVA/GZjW7fneOWo/s320/wittgenstein" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575913792026146754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309118551835095643-5408477836078184654?l=thebiascut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebiascut.blogspot.com/feeds/5408477836078184654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309118551835095643&amp;postID=5408477836078184654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309118551835095643/posts/default/5408477836078184654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309118551835095643/posts/default/5408477836078184654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebiascut.blogspot.com/2011/02/rebel-without-cause-1959.html' title='Rebel Without A Cause - 1959'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00639845983347890811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W4pONZS5Qqw/TWGal4JQF1I/AAAAAAAAAUI/JUXbmqJZxfg/s72-c/rebel2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309118551835095643.post-144902433741359082</id><published>2011-02-20T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T15:02:28.209-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1950s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Some Like It Hot'/><title type='text'>Some Liket It Hot - 1959</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZhcQciBL-Rg/TWGaLtfJykI/AAAAAAAAAUA/oZpe5OcfgDY/s1600/somelikeithot2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZhcQciBL-Rg/TWGaLtfJykI/AAAAAAAAAUA/oZpe5OcfgDY/s320/somelikeithot2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575907339640883778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It wasn't enough that Marilyn Monroe would be frolicking around in a sheer, sequined, skin tight dress. The costumes for Jack Lemmon and Tony Curtis in drag were every bit as fabulous as Marilyn's. In fact, Marilyn looks out of place in the roaring twenties, her curves being in serious conflict with the era's ideal. It's the negotiation of twenties and fifties styles, believability and comedy, that make the clothes in this film brilliant beyond comparison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309118551835095643-144902433741359082?l=thebiascut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebiascut.blogspot.com/feeds/144902433741359082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309118551835095643&amp;postID=144902433741359082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309118551835095643/posts/default/144902433741359082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309118551835095643/posts/default/144902433741359082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebiascut.blogspot.com/2011/02/some-liket-it-hot-1959.html' title='Some Liket It Hot - 1959'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00639845983347890811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZhcQciBL-Rg/TWGaLtfJykI/AAAAAAAAAUA/oZpe5OcfgDY/s72-c/somelikeithot2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309118551835095643.post-7307782059847535297</id><published>2011-02-20T14:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T15:02:50.618-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breakfast at Tiffany&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1960s'/><title type='text'>Breakfast at Tiffany's - 1961</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcgUm56_HKk/TWGZ5Nrp18I/AAAAAAAAAT4/nOGC5ExtU8E/s1600/breakfast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcgUm56_HKk/TWGZ5Nrp18I/AAAAAAAAAT4/nOGC5ExtU8E/s320/breakfast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575907021865736130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is, hands down, the least controversial film on the list. But I'd like to reject the way the film is normally invoked. If Holly Golightly were just glamorous, the clothes would be dull. What is special about the character and her famous scene in front of the window at Tiffany's is the performance of glamour. Holly is playing at being rich and glamorous, dreaming of one day affording the jewels in the window. What is, or should be, inspiring about the fashion in the film is our ability to play around with our clothes, take on an alter ego, have fun. Not that we should lie to the hot homosexual living in the apartment building, but you know what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309118551835095643-7307782059847535297?l=thebiascut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebiascut.blogspot.com/feeds/7307782059847535297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309118551835095643&amp;postID=7307782059847535297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309118551835095643/posts/default/7307782059847535297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309118551835095643/posts/default/7307782059847535297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebiascut.blogspot.com/2011/02/breakfast-at-tiffanys-1961.html' title='Breakfast at Tiffany&apos;s - 1961'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00639845983347890811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcgUm56_HKk/TWGZ5Nrp18I/AAAAAAAAAT4/nOGC5ExtU8E/s72-c/breakfast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309118551835095643.post-718736782189444613</id><published>2011-02-20T14:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T15:04:17.128-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cleopatra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1960s'/><title type='text'>Cleopatra - 1963</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v6ggbVQ_vW8/TWGZlQyRYhI/AAAAAAAAATw/Gu3qw1o0E6Y/s1600/cleopatra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v6ggbVQ_vW8/TWGZlQyRYhI/AAAAAAAAATw/Gu3qw1o0E6Y/s320/cleopatra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575906679101415954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;There are two reasons to watch Cleopatra. To hear Elizabeth Taylor explain the value of a library to Caesar, and to see how many ways Irene Sharaff can emphasize Taylor's bosom. And it's quite a bosom. But with 65 costume changes, the record for motion pictures, it's not just about low-cut. Scene after scene shows Taylor in yet another fabulous get-up, dressed (or undressed) to perfection for the given situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309118551835095643-718736782189444613?l=thebiascut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebiascut.blogspot.com/feeds/718736782189444613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309118551835095643&amp;postID=718736782189444613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309118551835095643/posts/default/718736782189444613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309118551835095643/posts/default/718736782189444613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebiascut.blogspot.com/2011/02/cleopatra-1963.html' title='Cleopatra - 1963'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00639845983347890811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v6ggbVQ_vW8/TWGZlQyRYhI/AAAAAAAAATw/Gu3qw1o0E6Y/s72-c/cleopatra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309118551835095643.post-6332094003837689977</id><published>2011-02-20T14:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T15:04:35.929-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bonnie and Clyde'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1960s'/><title type='text'>Bonnie and Clyde - 1967</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Z3iUQOOPek/TWGZXRJu3rI/AAAAAAAAATo/TjfBRCf9HbY/s1600/bonnieandclyde3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 231px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Z3iUQOOPek/TWGZXRJu3rI/AAAAAAAAATo/TjfBRCf9HbY/s320/bonnieandclyde3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575906438681648818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Faye Dunaway in Bonnie and Clyde would be the best dressed hipster at your local indie coffee house. That's how of-the-moment the clothing is. For whatever reason, the thirties-cum-sixties style is very trendy on the runways right now, leading all of us to ask whether it wouldn't be better to say you're going for the Faye Dunaway, rather than the thrities-cum-sixties-cum-two-thousands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309118551835095643-6332094003837689977?l=thebiascut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebiascut.blogspot.com/feeds/6332094003837689977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309118551835095643&amp;postID=6332094003837689977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309118551835095643/posts/default/6332094003837689977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309118551835095643/posts/default/6332094003837689977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebiascut.blogspot.com/2011/02/bonnie-and-clyde-1967.html' title='Bonnie and Clyde - 1967'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00639845983347890811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Z3iUQOOPek/TWGZXRJu3rI/AAAAAAAAATo/TjfBRCf9HbY/s72-c/bonnieandclyde3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309118551835095643.post-7715185567836829509</id><published>2011-02-20T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T15:04:49.972-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1970s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cabaret'/><title type='text'>Cabaret - 1972</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pobDyrVa-h4/TWGZEvqhG4I/AAAAAAAAATg/XDP0SBxHTsg/s1600/cabaret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pobDyrVa-h4/TWGZEvqhG4I/AAAAAAAAATg/XDP0SBxHTsg/s320/cabaret.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575906120454708098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fosse, a polyamourous relationship, Nazis, and spectacular stage perfromances - does it get any better than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Cabaret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;? The clothing in this film captures the pre-war Berlin of Christopher Isherwood's imagination and experience, an era that seeemed oddly appropriate to the early seventies. While no one could doubt the influence of Liza Minelli's outfits, my attention is always turning to the costumes, literally meant to be costumes, that appear on stage. The Cabaret girls are sexy, but also grotesque, the drag is comically off-base, and the master of ceremonies looks the part of a Shakespearean clown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309118551835095643-7715185567836829509?l=thebiascut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebiascut.blogspot.com/feeds/7715185567836829509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309118551835095643&amp;postID=7715185567836829509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309118551835095643/posts/default/7715185567836829509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309118551835095643/posts/default/7715185567836829509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebiascut.blogspot.com/2011/02/cabaret-1972.html' title='Cabaret - 1972'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00639845983347890811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pobDyrVa-h4/TWGZEvqhG4I/AAAAAAAAATg/XDP0SBxHTsg/s72-c/cabaret.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309118551835095643.post-7789552061448391977</id><published>2011-02-20T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T15:05:08.056-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Sting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1970s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><title type='text'>The Sting - 1973</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M-_WDyteWRY/TWGYy-26suI/AAAAAAAAATY/fvYL1hl6gzo/s1600/sting1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 197px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M-_WDyteWRY/TWGYy-26suI/AAAAAAAAATY/fvYL1hl6gzo/s320/sting1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575905815295603426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What's with the seventies and fashion from the twenties and thirties? Another thesis paper waiting to happen. But, again, costume designers got it right with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;The Sting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;, making Reford and Newman look just as sexy as ever. The greatest part of the costuming, however, is the wide variety. These are con-men, so their character and clothing have to change for each con they play. The result is a rich documentation of men's clothing - the cuts, the colors, the patterns, the lines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309118551835095643-7789552061448391977?l=thebiascut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebiascut.blogspot.com/feeds/7789552061448391977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309118551835095643&amp;postID=7789552061448391977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309118551835095643/posts/default/7789552061448391977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309118551835095643/posts/default/7789552061448391977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebiascut.blogspot.com/2011/02/sting-1973.html' title='The Sting - 1973'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00639845983347890811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M-_WDyteWRY/TWGYy-26suI/AAAAAAAAATY/fvYL1hl6gzo/s72-c/sting1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309118551835095643.post-5893191678712647123</id><published>2011-02-20T14:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T15:05:08.056-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1970s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annie Hall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><title type='text'>Annie Hall - 1977</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qC6rN97IgeE/TWGYf1lAcjI/AAAAAAAAATQ/WquAch7p9Zc/s1600/anniehall2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qC6rN97IgeE/TWGYf1lAcjI/AAAAAAAAATQ/WquAch7p9Zc/s320/anniehall2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575905486387049010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8YtRh41V8/TWGYSeT8SAI/AAAAAAAAATI/C5tj4kSDgLw/s1600/anniehall1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PV8YtRh41V8/TWGYSeT8SAI/AAAAAAAAATI/C5tj4kSDgLw/s320/anniehall1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575905256803158018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've written (and talked) a lot about Diane Keaton's wardrobe in Annie Hall, but enough probably can't be said. The tie and vest are iconic now, but her outfits in the rest of the film are equally inspiring. Remember what she's wearing when Allen and Keaton attempt to cook Lobster? How about her grossly improbable choice of clothing for a swanky LA party? Even avoiding sex in underwear and a tank-top, Keaton maintains the Annie Hall style. It's also worth noting how often clothing plays a role in the film's jokes. Check out the crowd, which includes Paul Simon, that invites Annie to hang out after her successful singing performance. Is Annie Hall the first onscreen reference to a "visible panty line?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309118551835095643-5893191678712647123?l=thebiascut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebiascut.blogspot.com/feeds/5893191678712647123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309118551835095643&amp;postID=5893191678712647123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309118551835095643/posts/default/5893191678712647123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309118551835095643/posts/default/5893191678712647123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebiascut.blogspot.com/2011/02/annie-hall-1977.html' title='Annie Hall - 1977'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00639845983347890811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qC6rN97IgeE/TWGYf1lAcjI/AAAAAAAAATQ/WquAch7p9Zc/s72-c/anniehall2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309118551835095643.post-4402988111724521388</id><published>2011-02-20T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T15:05:23.905-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1990s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edward Scissorhands'/><title type='text'>Edward Scissorhands - 1990</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hwC43GLrKQ8/TWGYD9yZToI/AAAAAAAAATA/h5KuWw7HUvM/s1600/scissorhands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hwC43GLrKQ8/TWGYD9yZToI/AAAAAAAAATA/h5KuWw7HUvM/s320/scissorhands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575905007554350722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The mix of dark and sweet, retro and futuristic that only Tim Burton could think up, seems to me to embody everything about indie fashion. Winona's half-ironic suburban chic is rarely recognizedas a precursor to much of the street-style that is popular today. In fact, most hipster-wear can be attributed to some element in the visual language of the film - the crazy hair cuts, the outrageous planned-community, the grotesque sexuality of the housewives. This is ground breaking shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309118551835095643-4402988111724521388?l=thebiascut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebiascut.blogspot.com/feeds/4402988111724521388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309118551835095643&amp;postID=4402988111724521388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309118551835095643/posts/default/4402988111724521388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309118551835095643/posts/default/4402988111724521388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebiascut.blogspot.com/2011/02/edward-scissorhands-1990.html' title='Edward Scissorhands - 1990'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00639845983347890811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hwC43GLrKQ8/TWGYD9yZToI/AAAAAAAAATA/h5KuWw7HUvM/s72-c/scissorhands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309118551835095643.post-1608177382829887560</id><published>2011-02-20T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T15:05:51.799-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1990s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clueless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><title type='text'>Clueless - 1995</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ibZM_hezlvE/TWGX1FQ8KqI/AAAAAAAAAS4/peyYV-4HjQI/s1600/clueless.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ibZM_hezlvE/TWGX1FQ8KqI/AAAAAAAAAS4/peyYV-4HjQI/s320/clueless.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575904751863474850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Remember grunge? I don't. By the time I was old enough to reflect on the persona my clothes created, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Clueless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; took a hatchet to grunge, buried it deep in a hole, and spit on the grave. Cher Horowitz tears apart the baggy jeans of her male peers ("And like we're supposed to swoon. I don't think so.") and gives her flannel-wearing "project," a very young Brittany Murphy, the ultimate makeover. For those of us that were preteens when this film hit the big screen Alicia Silverstone is THE fashion icon. You have to remember that this film is pre- Sex and the City, a precursor to the thoughtful fashionista Carrie Bradshaw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thank you Mona May (Who is also responsible for The Wedding Singer...and 8MM?) for making it cool to care about clothes again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309118551835095643-1608177382829887560?l=thebiascut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebiascut.blogspot.com/feeds/1608177382829887560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309118551835095643&amp;postID=1608177382829887560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309118551835095643/posts/default/1608177382829887560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309118551835095643/posts/default/1608177382829887560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebiascut.blogspot.com/2011/02/clueless-1995.html' title='Clueless - 1995'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00639845983347890811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ibZM_hezlvE/TWGX1FQ8KqI/AAAAAAAAAS4/peyYV-4HjQI/s72-c/clueless.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309118551835095643.post-253849261954313229</id><published>2011-02-20T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T15:06:05.135-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1990s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><title type='text'>Elizabeth - 1998</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BGUDQ5vbvow/TWGXmxNBXpI/AAAAAAAAASw/fS0qO3Xzuks/s1600/elizabeth2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BGUDQ5vbvow/TWGXmxNBXpI/AAAAAAAAASw/fS0qO3Xzuks/s320/elizabeth2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575904505960160914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Forget wearability. Sometimes fashion in a film is inspiring the way an editorial spread in W is inspiring. Even if you could somehow afford the clothing depicted, you couldn't possibly walk around in the outfit. The idea is not to copy, but to interpret. The fashion in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Elizabeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; cannot be copied, but it is truly inspiring. While the looks from the Queen's early years are prettiest, I'm partial to her extraordinary transformation at the end of the film. Furthermore, this kind of decayed opulence is one of the biggest trends for Fall 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309118551835095643-253849261954313229?l=thebiascut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebiascut.blogspot.com/feeds/253849261954313229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309118551835095643&amp;postID=253849261954313229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309118551835095643/posts/default/253849261954313229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309118551835095643/posts/default/253849261954313229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebiascut.blogspot.com/2011/02/elizabeth-1998.html' title='Elizabeth - 1998'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00639845983347890811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BGUDQ5vbvow/TWGXmxNBXpI/AAAAAAAAASw/fS0qO3Xzuks/s72-c/elizabeth2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309118551835095643.post-2661341555312471084</id><published>2011-02-20T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T15:06:20.826-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ghost World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2000s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><title type='text'>Ghost World - 2001</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D6GH1z7d0qM/TWGXX7UA95I/AAAAAAAAASo/jtUAn2PuF_Y/s1600/ghostworld.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D6GH1z7d0qM/TWGXX7UA95I/AAAAAAAAASo/jtUAn2PuF_Y/s320/ghostworld.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575904250975811474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There's a moment in the film when Enid is feeling low, takes off her hat, and changes her glasses. I think that scene pretty much sums up the role of clothing in the film. It's hard for me to imagine anyone, or at least anyone interesting, not connecting with Enid's fashion as a part of her struggle for self-identity. In an effort to distinguish herself from the suburban life-style around her, Enid tries on an what she calls a, "1977 original punk rock look." But no one gets it. And the clothing does a beautiful job of telling that story on its own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309118551835095643-2661341555312471084?l=thebiascut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebiascut.blogspot.com/feeds/2661341555312471084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309118551835095643&amp;postID=2661341555312471084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309118551835095643/posts/default/2661341555312471084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309118551835095643/posts/default/2661341555312471084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebiascut.blogspot.com/2011/02/ghost-world-2001.html' title='Ghost World - 2001'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00639845983347890811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D6GH1z7d0qM/TWGXX7UA95I/AAAAAAAAASo/jtUAn2PuF_Y/s72-c/ghostworld.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309118551835095643.post-8722154565443573787</id><published>2011-02-20T14:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T15:06:53.486-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2000s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me and You and Everyone We Know'/><title type='text'>Me and You and Everyone We Know - 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sNMEMsO89lk/TWGXFvO5bOI/AAAAAAAAASg/c1Om9D7Sx-0/s1600/meandyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sNMEMsO89lk/TWGXFvO5bOI/AAAAAAAAASg/c1Om9D7Sx-0/s320/meandyou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575903938495474914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Even my mother loved the clothing in this film. Taken partially from Miranda July's own wardrobe, "Christine" is both funky and relateable. But perhaps the most brilliant costuming in the film was of the two teenage girls walking home from high school. Heather and Rebecca look like JAPs (Jewish American Princess for those who didn't grow up around Jews), they look like they are in high school, and they look equal parts sexually curious and sexually naive. Perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309118551835095643-8722154565443573787?l=thebiascut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebiascut.blogspot.com/feeds/8722154565443573787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309118551835095643&amp;postID=8722154565443573787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309118551835095643/posts/default/8722154565443573787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309118551835095643/posts/default/8722154565443573787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebiascut.blogspot.com/2011/02/me-and-you-and-everyone-we-know-2005.html' title='Me and You and Everyone We Know - 2005'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00639845983347890811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sNMEMsO89lk/TWGXFvO5bOI/AAAAAAAAASg/c1Om9D7Sx-0/s72-c/meandyou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309118551835095643.post-5502707804759761275</id><published>2011-02-20T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T15:07:16.028-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2000s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Queen'/><title type='text'>The Queen - 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0lLARiYmDKg/TWGWuKoouzI/AAAAAAAAASY/H8NfoaKQqLQ/s1600/thequeen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 196px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0lLARiYmDKg/TWGWuKoouzI/AAAAAAAAASY/H8NfoaKQqLQ/s320/thequeen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575903533534329650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The clothing in this film blew me away. It is rare that I envy the wardrobe of anyone over 65, but by the end of the film I wanted to run out and get a cardigan set. The trick is that the clothing is entirely believable, in fact eerily similar to the strict dress code that Elizabeth II maintains. But the wardrobe in the film somehow manages to out-do the Queen, stylizing her look to the piont of being fashion forward. Who woulda thunk it? But that's the magic of fashion and film. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309118551835095643-5502707804759761275?l=thebiascut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebiascut.blogspot.com/feeds/5502707804759761275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309118551835095643&amp;postID=5502707804759761275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309118551835095643/posts/default/5502707804759761275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309118551835095643/posts/default/5502707804759761275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebiascut.blogspot.com/2011/02/queen-2006.html' title='The Queen - 2006'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00639845983347890811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0lLARiYmDKg/TWGWuKoouzI/AAAAAAAAASY/H8NfoaKQqLQ/s72-c/thequeen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309118551835095643.post-6475018280884533739</id><published>2007-05-30T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T09:15:23.072-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1940s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1930s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1920s'/><title type='text'>Ebaytastic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRZwNH4YytE/Rl3GEdTYs_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/R2fwQgkXBTI/s1600-h/shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRZwNH4YytE/Rl3GEdTYs_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/R2fwQgkXBTI/s320/shoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070426535376761842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every once in awhile I have such a good day shopping on ebay, that it renews my faith in the whole system. I may have spent day after day searching through the same boring ‘50s dresses and ‘80s pumps, but it’s days like this that make up for it. Here are just some of my recent finds:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1940s – Red Suede Peep Toe Pumps: For some reason there is no end to suede pumps on ebay. And why did everyone suddenly wake up one day and realize they have a whole stash of shoes from the 1940s laying around? Whatever the reason, if you spend anytime looking at shoes on ebay, then you’re already bored with this look. This pair, however, is special. Besides being lipstick red, which might have been enough (Dayenu!), there are folds of suede at the toe. Ya, it’s sort of a bow, but the whole thing is so stylized that the “bowiness” shouldn’t bother you. No one would ever mistake these shoes for being girly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRZwNH4YytE/Rl3H0dTYtHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/JsMSK_NIi3A/s1600-h/oldkimono4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRZwNH4YytE/Rl3H0dTYtHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/JsMSK_NIi3A/s320/oldkimono4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070428459522110578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1919-1925 – Muslin Kimono: I have always desperately wanted a Kimono to wear around the house. It’s so unnecessary and indulgent, so old-hollywood, and so unabashedly orientalist that I just can’t help myself. I mean, this hails from a time when people were unashamed to group India, the Middle East, Jews, and East Asia into one big uber-romantic fantasy land. But aside from the political and cultural implications, this is one beautifully crafted piece of clothing. And I absolutely love the patter, which is made up of insect cages. They just don’t make stuff like this anymore. Or, at least, no ones publicist lets them wear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRZwNH4YytE/Rl3HStTYtFI/AAAAAAAAAF8/k2SxZMYeFco/s1600-h/jumper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRZwNH4YytE/Rl3HStTYtFI/AAAAAAAAAF8/k2SxZMYeFco/s320/jumper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070427879701525586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1920s-1930s – Green Jumper: The seller claims that this is a “one piece, bloomer style gym suit.” I’m not sure how they can know that, but it’s very charming to imagine a bunch of girls giggling and running around a field in outfits this outrageous. Whatever it’s true origin, this couldn’t be more of the moment. Imagine it with a fabulous belt, tights, and heels. I couldn’t pull it off. But someone could, and they’d look fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRZwNH4YytE/Rl3GhdTYtCI/AAAAAAAAAFk/kKgUfCe1cCA/s1600-h/dress.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRZwNH4YytE/Rl3GhdTYtCI/AAAAAAAAAFk/kKgUfCe1cCA/s320/dress.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070427033592968226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1920s-1930s – Red Silk Chiffon Flapper Dress: Let me set something straight. Everything made or worn between 1920 and 1939 is not a flapper dress. This is something that you have to watch out for when shopping on ebay. Similarly, everything from the 1960s through the early 1970s will be called mod. As if Jackie O. was known for her “mod” style. But that aside, this is a wonderful example of clothing from the period. There are lots of tiered dresses on ebay, but there is something special about the way this one has been done. The bodice also has some beautiful and I assume very flattering stitching. This is the reason you let dress after dress slowly disappear from your “watching” list. You just know that the perfect dress will come along eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRZwNH4YytE/Rl3I0NTYtMI/AAAAAAAAAG0/rVqDPlGhxzs/s1600-h/dress2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRZwNH4YytE/Rl3I0NTYtMI/AAAAAAAAAG0/rVqDPlGhxzs/s320/dress2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070429554738771138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRZwNH4YytE/Rl3Iz9TYtLI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fXbZdgjsYTU/s1600-h/dress3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRZwNH4YytE/Rl3Iz9TYtLI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fXbZdgjsYTU/s320/dress3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070429550443803826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309118551835095643-6475018280884533739?l=thebiascut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebiascut.blogspot.com/feeds/6475018280884533739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309118551835095643&amp;postID=6475018280884533739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309118551835095643/posts/default/6475018280884533739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309118551835095643/posts/default/6475018280884533739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebiascut.blogspot.com/2007/05/ebaytastic.html' title='Ebaytastic!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00639845983347890811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRZwNH4YytE/Rl3GEdTYs_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/R2fwQgkXBTI/s72-c/shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309118551835095643.post-4761350378350072730</id><published>2007-05-16T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T09:10:25.440-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annie Hall'/><title type='text'>The Annie Hall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRZwNH4YytE/Rkty5NTYs1I/AAAAAAAAAD0/xODquI60evM/s1600-h/annie-hall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRZwNH4YytE/Rkty5NTYs1I/AAAAAAAAAD0/xODquI60evM/s320/annie-hall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065268533057336146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy sitting across from me at the coffe shop (right now) told me it was really "brave" of me to wear a tie. Once I had thanked him in my normal high, squeaky voice of shock that there are actually other people around and they see me, I started to get somewhat frustrated. Is it really "brave" for a woman to wear a tie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always harbored a love for Diane Keaton's look in Annie Hall, so wearing men's clothing seems rather natural to me. In fact, I almost paired my vest and tie with khakis, just so that it would be even more like the her iconic outfit from the film. I had opted against it, because I thought the reference would be too obvious. Apparently, I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is a long history of female "cross-dressing." At one time it may have been shocking - think Joan of Arc. But upon reflection&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRZwNH4YytE/RktzS9TYs2I/AAAAAAAAAD8/WFY_vlUdipo/s1600-h/marlene_dietrich.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 252px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRZwNH4YytE/RktzS9TYs2I/AAAAAAAAAD8/WFY_vlUdipo/s320/marlene_dietrich.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065268975438967650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it seems to have been more inspirational to the fashion community than anything else. At the turn of the century, as "women's roles changed," ties were a common accessory on outfits that were increasingly masculine in shape and style. Marlene Dietrich has remained a fashion icon, partially for her brilliant cooptation of men's clothing. The scenes of her in "drag" are, at least to me, still some of the sexiest ever caught on screen. And then there's Annie Hall, making her appearance regularly in the pages of fashion magazines as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; reference for menswear inspired pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is: it isn't "drag." Annie Hall isn't expressing her masculinity by wearing a tie. She's just wearing it. And so am I. And so should everyone. Fashion is always about references, but it should never be about categorization.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309118551835095643-4761350378350072730?l=thebiascut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebiascut.blogspot.com/feeds/4761350378350072730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309118551835095643&amp;postID=4761350378350072730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309118551835095643/posts/default/4761350378350072730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309118551835095643/posts/default/4761350378350072730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebiascut.blogspot.com/2007/05/annie-hall.html' title='The Annie Hall'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00639845983347890811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRZwNH4YytE/Rkty5NTYs1I/AAAAAAAAAD0/xODquI60evM/s72-c/annie-hall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309118551835095643.post-8570282910035773828</id><published>2007-05-08T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T09:12:08.018-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Life Aquatic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isabella Blow'/><title type='text'>Isabella Blow: In Memorium</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRZwNH4YytE/RkDTnPxHDvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/VapwmDMut-Q/s1600-h/blow19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 283px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRZwNH4YytE/RkDTnPxHDvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/VapwmDMut-Q/s200/blow19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062278652365311730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabella Blow died yesterday, leaving a gaping hole in the world of fashion. Yes, she discovered Alexander McQueen. Yes, she was personal friends with Andy Warhol, Roy Lichtenstein, and Jean-Michel Basquiat. Yes, she held powerful positions at Vogue, Tatler, and the Times. Those who don’t recognize her work in fashion will remember her as one of the socialites attending a movie premier in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Life Aquatic&lt;/span&gt;. But what will be most missed is her natural ability to be fantastically eccentric, flawlessly stylish, and do it all with an incredible sense of humor. I give anyone credit for having such a bold look so consistently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRZwNH4YytE/RkDoEfxHEFI/AAAAAAAAADs/aS-rpUFqiLI/s1600-h/blow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRZwNH4YytE/RkDoEfxHEFI/AAAAAAAAADs/aS-rpUFqiLI/s200/blow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062301145109041234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Instead of going in-depth into Isabella Blow’s life and work, which is widely available on the web, I’d like to share some of my favorite photos, as well as one of the most famous stories about her. If you don't already know her, this snippet from her life will say it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his Gurdian article, Hadley Freedman recounted: "Possibly the best story about Isabella Blow - and there is plenty of competition - comes from when she met her then boss, Nicholas Coleridge, MD of Condé Nast, for dinner. Up she rocked, sporting a pair of McQueen-veiled antlers. 'How are you going to have dinner in that hat?' Coleridge asked, quite reasonably. 'Nicholas,' she replied, with characteristic imperiousness, 'that is of no concern to me whatsoever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRZwNH4YytE/RkDVYfxHD6I/AAAAAAAAACU/k2sIZbY89oE/s1600-h/blow3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRZwNH4YytE/RkDVYfxHD6I/AAAAAAAAACU/k2sIZbY89oE/s320/blow3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062280597985496994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRZwNH4YytE/RkDWk_xHD-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/mnaw1kNdJfw/s1600-h/blow8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRZwNH4YytE/RkDWk_xHD-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/mnaw1kNdJfw/s320/blow8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062281912245489634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRZwNH4YytE/RkDWlPxHEBI/AAAAAAAAADM/nSFT7tbdTAk/s1600-h/blow18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRZwNH4YytE/RkDWlPxHEBI/AAAAAAAAADM/nSFT7tbdTAk/s320/blow18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062281916540456978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRZwNH4YytE/RkDWk_xHD_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/uB3bhzvnJI8/s1600-h/blow11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRZwNH4YytE/RkDWk_xHD_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/uB3bhzvnJI8/s320/blow11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062281912245489650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRZwNH4YytE/RkDVYfxHD5I/AAAAAAAAACM/KzUKPY__iHc/s1600-h/blow15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRZwNH4YytE/RkDVYfxHD5I/AAAAAAAAACM/KzUKPY__iHc/s320/blow15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062280597985496978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRZwNH4YytE/RkDYEfxHECI/AAAAAAAAADU/hnRbjjLzXG8/s1600-h/blow17.jpg"&gt;        &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRZwNH4YytE/RkDYEfxHECI/AAAAAAAAADU/hnRbjjLzXG8/s1600-h/blow17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRZwNH4YytE/RkDYEfxHECI/AAAAAAAAADU/hnRbjjLzXG8/s320/blow17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062283552922996770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRZwNH4YytE/RkDWlPxHEAI/AAAAAAAAADE/ONhn3COLXx8/s1600-h/blow16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRZwNH4YytE/RkDWlPxHEAI/AAAAAAAAADE/ONhn3COLXx8/s320/blow16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062281916540456962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRZwNH4YytE/RkDVYvxHD8I/AAAAAAAAACk/2RSNTKTLuW8/s1600-h/blow7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRZwNH4YytE/RkDVYvxHD8I/AAAAAAAAACk/2RSNTKTLuW8/s320/blow7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062280602280464322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As if hats weren't having enough of a comeback!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309118551835095643-8570282910035773828?l=thebiascut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebiascut.blogspot.com/feeds/8570282910035773828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1309118551835095643&amp;postID=8570282910035773828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309118551835095643/posts/default/8570282910035773828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1309118551835095643/posts/default/8570282910035773828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebiascut.blogspot.com/2007/05/isabella-blow-in-memorium.html' title='Isabella Blow: In Memorium'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00639845983347890811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRZwNH4YytE/RkDTnPxHDvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/VapwmDMut-Q/s72-c/blow19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
